One amusing story from Sunday night, the night before we took her to the vet: Some random person knocked on our door at one am. She immediately started doing her "I'm a big scary dog!" bark that made her sound like she was twice as big as she actually was. She couldn't really walk, but she still stumbled to the door to protect the house from whoever.

(I poked my head through the curtain and he realized he had the wrong house.)